I'm going to do the next Bri chapter because the only thing I can do for Ponyboy is say that there's a new girl coming to their school. SO R&R PLEASE!
Oh, and I hope I didn't offend anyone else in the $150 haircut in the last chapter. I just needed something to show how different life is from Ponyboy to Bri, etc, etc. I'm sorry to everyone who was like "WTF?!"
And truly, I don't want to do research on whether or not they had hair colors in a box. It works, so I'll keep it.
I woke up the next day to the sound of people rushing around and talking piercingly from downstairs. I groaned and rolled out of bed and slipped on my fuzzy slippers.
I felt excited about something…but I just didn't remember what…
I stomped down the stairs, because I hate mornings, and was grumbling to myself about the noise. Could ANYONE keep quiet in this house…?
It was then that I saw Carol, Leon, my mom, Stephanie, Jack, Anna, Claire, and Trevor bustling around in the kitchen. Carol had hair dyes and wigs spread out on the table and hair supplies cluttered the floor; Carol was examining the wigs with my mother and Stephanie. Leon was looking at different displays of makeup and (contact lenses?) on the counter with Jack and Anna, and Claire and Trevor were walking from one place to the next giving their input on it all.
It was for me….It was my disguises!
"Oh there you are, Dear," my mother said shuffling over to me. "I was just about to wake you up." She kissed my cheek.
I smiled. "W-What's all this?" I asked in spite of myself.
"The disguises you wanted of course!" My mom looked at my like it was obvious.
"O-Oh…"
Leon turned towards me. "As soon as I heard that you wanted to do, I said to myself, 'I have to be over their ASAP and give you what you want!' I canceled all of my other appointments today. We finally get to have fun with you."
"T-Thanks Leon…" I said, still standing motionless, shocked.
"And me as well!" Claire budged in. Claire was a small petite blonde, with the most gorgeous black eyes. And she was AMAZING at hair; better than anyone in New York and LA. And Leon was, well, gay…He was balding slightly but had an awesome wardrobe. He only shopped from the best stores around.
Anna looked up at me and smiled. "I thought I'd help out…I think I'd know what you'd look best in." She was circling me, but I found that she looked tired.
"Especially since you're going to school and we need to know if people would recognize you or not," my mother added. Anna nodded.
"Well, um, okay," I answered, still speechless. "Then, um, let's get started."
Carol had rushed up to me. "We need to find a color for your hair…There's no way you can go to Oklahoma with gorgeous, unique, locks like that." She led me to the table with hair dyes and wigs.
"What color do you think you'd look best in?" she asked first. Everyone was staring at me.
"Um…brown?" I said, confused. "Something simple," I added. I leaned over the table to look at each of the wigs. Some looked so fake, others looked so real, some looked ready for drag queens, and some looked perfect for models. It was definitely the best selection I'd ever seen…And it was all for me.
"Okay, would you want to cut your hair and we can dye it?" Carol questioned. "Or would you rather just wear a wig."
I thought about it for a moment. I did kind of want a hair cut…But I'd still be able to keep my blonde hair with a wig. "Um…Dye," I decided.
My mother looked like she was going to have a heart attack but she said nothing.
"What shade?" Carol asked next. "Light or dark, I mean."
"Um…Dark," I said. I wanted a totally new look for a totally new me.
"Fun, baby doll, fun." Claire sifted through the collection of photos that were pinned onto small bottles of hair dye. She finally picked one out and gave it a shook, then handed it to me.
"Look all right, Sweetie?" she asked, spinning me around on my chrome stool.
"I like it," I answered slowly, examining the box. There was a young girl on it with dark brown, hair to her shoulders. It was one of the only colored photos I had seen like that.
"It's not…as glamorous," my mother decided, tapping her finger on her chin.
"Mom, I'm not supposed to be glamorous! I have to look plain," I explained, playing with a strand of my hair.
My mother just looked away. "I think it would be better with some clips," Stephanie put in. She walked over to me and played with a little bit of my hair.
Everyone else just watched intently. "What about this?" Carol had come back with another box.
I examined it. It was now black, but it was something I could definitely live with.
"Plainer…" I said, observing it. I kind of liked it. "It's…dark…Something no one would know me in!"
My mother nodded but sneered at it. She turned to Anna then asked, "Does she look disguised?"
Anna leaned back against the island and tilted her head to look at me. "Yeahh…More poor than where I live-"
My mom gave her a look and Carol was just about to pick up another bottle when Jack spoke up. "Well, didn't Dad say Bri was going to a poor school?" he asked.
I looked up, curiously. Daddy lived in the rich side of town…
"No," Mom snapped. "He said that she was going to dress like one so she can evade being discovered even more."
I just nodded, not really knowing what I was agreeing on. Carol just sighed and shook her head, playing with strands of my hair. She looked at my head from all sides before speaking again.
"I can give her a plain but gorgeous style," she figured.
"What exactly would you do?" Mom asked. She inched slowly over to where I was sitting at the table.
"Probably just shorten it to shoulder length," Carol replied, still fidgeting with my hair. "Or a little longer so she's still able to put it in a ponytail."
Mom just nodded. "Okay…I can deal with that. Carry on." She sat across from me at the table and folded her arms across her chest.
From there Carol spun me around again to face the other side of the kitchen where everyone else was standing. I was taken aback a little- everyone was leaned back against the counter in the same position staring at me. It was a little freaky.
"I-I'll go get the makeup ready!" Leon cried suddenly and began working again on the makeup while Carol rushed me to the sink.
She made me sit on a chair with my back to the sink and began to shake and mix the bottle. My mother watched intently, studying her every move. She then pulled my head back almost into the sink and worked the dye through my roots. I shivered a little; it was kind of cold as it ran all over my head…
"Hold still," Carol said, slapping my hand because I was squirming. "If you want to look normal, it takes time."
"You know…" Anna said, picking up the picture of the girl with my future hair color. "I bet with just your hair like this, I wouldn't even know it was you."
"Yeah, I think so too," Trevor and everyone agreed in unison.
"But she needs the proper makeup," Leon said, suddenly picking up a collection of supplies and makeup over to the kitchen counter and spreading them all out again.
I tried to sneak a peak at the supplies but Carol pulled on my hair slightly with the comb to keep my head straight and spread out more of the dye gunks. I hissed a little.
"Now…To get heat to the dye…" Carol suddenly placed a clip in my hair and tied a plastic bag (?!) to my head.
Stephanie, Jack, and Anna were staring at me weird, and Jack had almost spit out his cereal. Did I really look that bad…?
At that exact moment Annie bursted through into the kitchen from the foyer with about 5 bags of clothes hanging onto her wrist. "GOT 'EM!" she cried then threw the thin purple bags instantly on the floor. She looked at me. "Nice hair darling," she said quickly and casually.
"T-Thanks," I said slowly. "What're those?" I added, pointing to the bags.
Anna and Stephanie were rummaging through them already. Stephanie pulled out a hideous yellow jumper dress. "People still wear these…?" she asked, a bit appalled. "It seems very…'50's…"
"Childish," Anna said instantly.
I frowned at it. It did seem kind of kidish…Who wore that anymore? I go for the dungarees.
"Oh please, come on now," Annie pleaded, pushing herself up from her chair and sat down on the floor with the clothes. She reached into another bag and pulled out a jeans jacket and a black t-shirt. My sister raised her eyebrows at it.
"It's definitely…Um…'Greaser'," she said awkwardly, "Kind of like that one girl you played in Trouble in the Deep."
"Yeah, Myra," I said looking over it at. "I like it."
Annie smiled. "Good, because I bought lots more!" At that, she turned over the bag and clothes tumbled out of it in a large pile. Jackets, t-shirts, and jeans were now all over the floor. I stared at it in awe.
"Where did you get all of this?" I demanded. Those better not have been Levi jeans…
"A friend," she said coolly. "Actually, the fashion director in Trouble in the Deep." She held up a leather jacket. It did look familiar…Myra wore that when she got shot by Freddy. And what would you know, the 'blood' stained leather replica was lying motionlessly beside of Annie.
"Hmm, nice plan," I said, taking it all in. That was really clever.
"Yes, but not all of it has been something you've worn before," Annie said, holding up a white blouse and a long pink skirt. "This is new; I really did get it from a friend. She doesn't wear half of the clothes she buys, if you can believe that!"
Then she dumped out another bag with mostly dresses and skirts, but with a few blouses and t-shirts. And on top of that she turned over another bag and a storm of black Converses, loafers, mary-janes, white flats and white tennis shoes came tumbling out.
"How much do I need?!" I practically choked. Everyone else nodded in agreement except Mom.
"You need as much as possible in case something happens to the rest of them."
Anna looked up. "No offence, but normal people don't go out and buy new shoes just because a speck of dirt gets on the toe of it; basically, we have one or two pairs of shoes and that's it until we need more."
"Anna, you're rich," my mother snapped.
"Yes but-"
Annie cut her off, rummaging through the bag more. "And I got these really cute knee highs to go with your mary-janes and skirts!" She took out a white pair of socks.
I sighed. I needed one identity and that was it. Not fifty. It was either greaser or soc…there's really no in between for what I was going for.
"What else do you have?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
"Jeans…Skirts-" Annie dumped out another bag and jeans of every length, and shades of blue piled out, followed by a storm of skirts of every color of the rainbow.
I picked up one of the jean skirts gingerly and got up to hold it against my waist. "Does it look okay…?" I asked them all, looking down at my waist skeptically.
Everyone was exchanging looks, but Mom was the first to speak her mind.
"Does Bri have to look so…poor?" she asked, practically spitting out the word 'poor.' "I mean, I know she's supposed to look poor, but does she have to look that bad?" She bit down on her knuckle as she examined me more.
"I thought this is what you wanted, Lisa," Annie snapped looking up instantly at my mom. "I got what you said."
My mom bit her lip, her face turning red a bit. "Yes, well…I-I guess I could get used to it," she added, forcing a smile. But I heard her mutter under her breath, "I don't have to see her everyday in those clothes, so of course I can…"
I rolled my eyes and got down on the floor with the clothes and threw the skirt in the pile. "We can make this work," I said, trying to be cheerful. I threw on my best fake smile and started folding the clothes into neat piles, according to 'stereotype.'
"I'll fit in fine," I said out loud, more to myself as I folded a pair of straight-legged jeans, grinning up at my skeptical family.
"Yeah, with the poor kids," Mom scoffed, then stopped when she saw Annie's expression.
"I think it's time to take off the bag," Carol said quickly to stop the feud. Anna took my place in folding clothes and I hopped back up on the stool. Carol removed the bag and immediately tilted my head back into the sink. She started rinsing my hair with shampoo and all.
"W-What are you doing?" I cried as she controlled my head in a painful way. I dug my fingernails into the stool as best I could. This was all so new to me.
"Rinsing you hair, darling," she said in an offhand manner. She scrubbed my head and sprayed scalding water on it.
I squeaked. "C-Carol…!" I instantly regretted dying my hair. A simple wig could've done it.
"It'll all be over in a minute," Carol said, sitting me up and pinning my hair up from my back. "You'll really have to get used to this," she added, moving me over to the large chair with the blow dryer on it that somehow they managed to get into my kitchen.
"I mean, beauty takes time. But you've never been exposed to something like this!" Carol grinned and winked at me. She moved the bowl-type dryer over my head and turned it on. Instantly the blast of hot air and loud blowing engulfed me. I felt like I was excluded from the world.
I had a good view of what was going on though. Mom was still watching from her chair, her legs crossed and her knuckles holding her chin. Everyone else was on the floor still folding and separating except for Carol and Leon, who were at the counter again looking and sorting through makeup.
Carol came back over to me about twenty minutes later and turned off the dryer.
"I like it," Anna said, looking up at me from the floor. "Very…Um…Original." She tilted her head and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling. Everyone looked up and nodded, exchanged glances and talked quickly about it. Yeah, it sucked. I knew it.
Carol brushed it out, and smiled at me, inches from my face.
"You look gorgeous." She grinned.
I stood up and followed her over to the full sized mirror from my mom's bedroom and stared into my reflection. It was like I was me…Just staring into someone else's reflection. If I hadn't known better I wouldn't have known it was me at all!
Leon sauntered over to me and put his hands on his hips, exploring my new looks. "Dull," he said instantly and sat down on the stool beside the mirror.
"Thanks, Leon," I said sarcastically, twisting some hair around my finger. "I'm supposed to look dull though." An immediate smile rose to my mouth. That's right…I was supposed to look dull; or normal at least.
"Clips!" Stephanie repeated. She picked herself up off the floor and ran over to me. "Some clips can fix that!" Everyone gathered around me.
"I love it…" I sighed. "No more Bri. Nothing in my hair." My hair was as black as night; no more honey blonde.
"Some contacts can add to that!" Leon said suddenly. He picked up a box on the counter and handed me the holder they were in. "Blue…Brown…Hazel…Whatever you want, it's all in there."
I picked up the one that was blue. "Blue eyes would be pretty with black hair," I commented. Leon nodded and put them in for me. I blinked a few times and stared at myself in the mirror.
"I-I love it!" I cried and examined my body from different angles. I looked totally different.
"I have to admit…" Jack said. "You DO look different."
I went from having green eyes and blonde hair, to blue eyes and black hair.
"A name!" Mom exclaimed suddenly. "What are we to do about a name?" She shuffled over to me. I realized I hadn't thought much about that.
"Ooh, I have been planning names, baby doll, like you wouldn't believe!" Claire chimed. "What about…Scarlett Flynn?" Her face was twisted into a wide smile.
I wrinkled my nose. "I like the first name, but I'm not really digging the last name."
"What about the name Winnifred?" someone asked.
I shook my head vigorously. "No. Hate it."
"Lila Taylor?"
"No." Then I thought of something.
"I really like the name Myra Little," I said. "She was my favorite role. A Greaser too," I added, eyeing the clothes again.
"But I really like the name Scarlett-" Claire wined. She reminded me of her sometimes…
"What about combining the names?" Anna cut in.
I could feel my face light up. "Perfect!" I cried.
"I like it…" Trevor said slowly.
"I love it," I said dreamily. "My name could be Myra Scarlett Little, but people could call me either Myra or Scarlett!" I looked back at my mom to see her reaction but she was suddenly on the phone.
She looked up at me. "Bye," she said into the phone then stood up. "That was your father. You're leaving tomorrow afternoon. I told him your disguise and your name, from what I heard of it, and he said he already got his writers to come up with your background, where you lived before now; all of that." She sighed and looked at me with longing eyes before perking up again.
"Let's go everybody!" she demanded. "She's leaving tomorrow! We've got to pack and finish the disguise before 12:00 tomorrow!"
Everyone began bustling around again but I just stood there grinning. "This is going to be fun!" I yelled, my arms outspread.
OMG that took me forever!!!! Sorry if it's a bit too detailed. I kind of have writer's block for Ponyboy right now. / So any suggestions of what I can do, review it! REVIEW PLEASE! I love you all!